It seems like her subtle jab at her Council has at least earned her their attention for the moment, as no one seems too eager to speak first. It feels odd to just begin the meeting in such a manner, but she... really can't help it. The least she can do is actually try to speak with their guest, rare as it is for him to join them, before the heavy topics hit.

"Are you... feeling alright, my Lord?" She asks, voice much steadier than when they had last met. It has to be, given who she's surrounded by. "I hope that... regardless of how or why, they found you well."

Is he sick? Or just... drunk? There's a sigh as she waits for his response. She should have known better-